I Wrote a Poem

Every magic in this world is being tapped into,
I stood in the middle of the world;
Staring deep into the wonders of the universe
Waiting for you to cast a patronus
To free me from the dementors of darkness.

The walls of the Azkaban are closing up on me,
The darkness has begin to prey upon my soul;
The only luminous that will ever be casted upon me -
Will be the gleam of the Buckbeak's eyes when you ride her for me.

No matter what distance we drift apart,
The path to each other has always been lit;
Mischief managed by Marauder's map;
Let's just reconnect and say together:
' I solemnly swear that I am up to no good '